Yi Ke formed a seal with both hands and summoned a spell. A patch of flame darted toward Zhang Han's formation—but it was no more than a patch of flame.
Zhang Han's army was simply too vast, so vast that individual martial prowess alone could never sway the course of battle. Xiang Liang's army was being suppressed, forced to fight and retreat as they crawled toward Dingtao City at a turtle's pace.
Xiang Liang dodged Zhang Han's thrust, then drove his own spear backhand at him. When the strike missed, he swept it sideways, lashing Zhang Han hard enough to make him grimace in pain.
"Though you're an old dog, you can still bare your fangs—die!" Zhang Han gritted his teeth and laughed furiously. Enduring Xiang Liang's powerful sweep, he clamped down on Xiang Liang's spear shaft and drove the butt of his own spear toward Xiang Liang's head.
With nowhere to evade, Xiang Liang suddenly exerted himself. His legs left the horse armor as he flipped through the air, actually wrenching Zhang Han off his horse along with him. The two men fell from their mounts and instinctively released their weapons, rolling several times across the ground.
Xiang Liang rose slightly faster. He sprang up and thrust his spear at Zhang Han, who was half-kneeling on the ground. Zhang Han remained unhurried, leaning back as he swept his spear shaft toward Xiang Liang's ankles.
Gripping the shaft in both hands, Xiang Liang leaped with both legs and avoided the sweep. A chill brushed past the side of his head. He tilted his head, landed on one foot, and spun his entire body along with the spear he had yanked up. The spearhead punched straight through a Qin soldier's skull, while the other end knocked aside Zhang Han's spear as